~ ~ Island ~ ~An hard crash.
The enormous doors swung open with a hard crash. In the midst of them a single figure stood, he was a little short with a huge smile filling his face. Two swords were lying on his back, shining in the light that entered the dark building.
A breeze entered.
- "I see. So ya are the dudes that are responsible for the corruption, eh?" Smiech asked with a trembling tone, not trembling of fear but of anger. He was walking closer towards the triangle table, were Frederic was sitting with his back to him and the two others eyed him.
- “Oooh... so a little general found out?”
Ray had a sinister voice, and she held her hands under the table.
- “Indeed it was us, and now you found out we need to eliminate you.” Chaud had a more formal voice.
Frederic didn’t turn.
- “Don’t go being cocky, eh? I’m here to kill you guys, he!”
He began to run, and drew one of his swords with his right hand. A few metres. A few metres were between him and the white suited guy, Frederic.
- “Nah, YOU don’t get cocky.”
Ray put her hands on the table, revealing a enormous gun she was hiding. “Die.”
A ear breaking bang, but Smiech evaded.
He ducked while running to evade several more shots. “You won’t hit my like tha’ bitch!”
But then a black red flame ignited above the table, and disappeared as soon as it appeared. However it left three huge spears flying, and they were pointing at Smeich.
“Pierce.” Chaud’s voice was definitive.
The spears rushed at Smiech with speed of a bullet. Smiech dashed side ways evading one, he heard an another shot and felt and incredible pain in his left foot. Confused and in pain he was hit by both the spears in his right shoulder.
- “This... won’t stop me!!” With rage he stood up, and ran at Ray. He deflected several more shots, and ducked when he saw the flame summoning maces now.
He threw his blade at the table, but it got deflected by the maces and more gun shots.
- “It’s over fool, we’ll kill you sitting!” Ray was laughing but when she looked at were Smiech was she only saw a pool of blood. Here eyes widened, and she looked upwards. There he was, Smiech.
Now only to aim... and shoot. What!? An another guy was there too! He was holding a purple ball... it looked made of electricity.
- “Crap!” Frederic spoke finally when Tron smashed the ball into the midst of the table.
He jumped back and the others followed him. At first it seemed that nothing happened... but then a flash and an explosion.
You could feel the earth around the table rise, and dust was flying everywhere. The flash was eyes blinding, and pieces of the roof were bashed into the earth digging in for several feet.
Pieces of metal were flying everywhere, and the sun shone into the building. It didn’t get lighter however, for the thick dust made the place even more dark.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
More shots, more blood. Tron was gliding backwards, guarding himself against the punches of Frederic. Both didn’t use any weapons nor powers. A high punch from Frederic, but Tron caught it and threw him to himself. With his other hand he loaded a purple ball, and bashed it into Frederic’s neck. Frederic however kicked Tron in his stomach and the attack missed. Then the ground under them exploded and both flied out of each other. Once more. Earth was flying everywhere. Ray was shooting, even though she couldn’t see properly in the dust.
The purple balls were shining bright enough she though.
Tron loaded even more mini balls between all of his fingers, and threw them into the direction of the shots. The all exploded like granates mid way, being hit by more gunshots. Whether Tron was guarding against the shots with the balls or the shots were to stop the balls was unknown.
Explosions filled the room, and darkness was surrounding Smiech.
“Eh...” He cough blood a few times, and looked in front of him. A vague shade of Chaud was moving towards him. “He probably doesn’t see me well too...” But I can use my power...
“This is my chance... the last hope.” Smiech felt his body hurt but it didn’t matter. He sniffed a few times, and drew his blade dashing at Chaud. He could sniff the area around him, his eyes weren’t important as long as he could smell.
The slash was aimed at the head... *clash*
A sword reflected the attack.
- “How...” Smiech was broken. “How could you guard...”
And another sword dashed into his side...
- “I can summon objects as you see... and I can give them a single command. Whether I know what happens or not, they do it. I commanded the sword to “guard” so it guarded. Swords don’t need to see nor have any other senses.”
Smiech felt sudden hotness around him... Black and red flames surrounded him, and revealed twenty swords around him all pointing at his neck.
- “I can summon within two metres... so being a short range fighter is you end. Kill.”
The swords dashed at Smiech.
All of them.
Would he die?
Die? Disappear? So long he fought for safety of his country.. and now he was to die??
die?
die?
?? DIE?
?
He dashed. Rised his hand. His last sword, was infront of him. Flash. Clash.
He smelled blood, he heard flesh. He felt someone being pierced by swords... but was it him? He couldn’t tell. He only dashed forwards. Through the round glasses of Chaud he could see fear.
He couldn’t talk, and just dashed forward. Clash. He didn’t have a leg anymore. Oh well, he didn’t need it to pierce that man. Flash. He saw his hand flying in front of his face. Five swords pierced his bag, cutting it in two.
A little more... only ... a little...
Everything was red. Red. RED. DASH.
DASH forward. DASH forward! FORWARD! FORWARD DASH!
A sword pierce his face. He couldn’t see. He didn’t need to. He fell.. into the body of Chaud...
- “AAAAAAAAAAAAA-AAAAAAAAA-aAAAAAAAARRRGHhHHH!”
Chaud felt the cold of steel in a long time... the death body of Smiech was lying on him with his sword into his stomach.
“No! NO! Nooo-ooh!” He took on of the swords, and cut Smiech of him.
“What... is thiiiiSSSSS!??” The took out the sword, and blood rushed out.
“WhaaaAAA-AAAAAAAA---AAAaaaaT!!!”
Tron could finally see what happened.
He saw Chaud bleeding, and for a short moment a smile was seen on his face. But then he noticed Smiech. Lying in pieces on the earth.
In pieces...
on the earth...
- “Smiech... what... what?”
A Shot it him in his side, and he saw the white suited man in front of him.
Red and black flames appeared around him, and soon he was chained to the earth.
- “You’ll see him in heaven.”
The man began to glow... glow, and grow. He grew and rose. A gaint sword was standing now in his place. It was bigger than the roof and standing in its hilt.
- “Byee~!” Ray said it with a childish voice, and pushed the blade. The blade fell, and even though Tron struggled, and got free... it as to late. The blade bashed him into the earth...
...
Frederic morphed back, and was standing with Ray in front of Chaud, who was looking at his wound.
- “You made a fuss about nothing.”
- “Not nothing... this scar won’t leave me anymore... these generals are worthy of their names. Making me use a object I summoned... what now?”
- “They though they stopped us, but no. I’ll take this as a sign. We are moving out. Let the operation start!”
He walked out, and so did Ray. Chaud only looked at his wound and at the blade that pierced him.
***
That night all over the country rumours were spread. Rumours of Silver Root, both good and bad.
But maybe the versions were different, but the meaning was equal.
The two giant countries fighting... the one who Silver Root would join with would become the winner. Whether this was true or fake was unknown, it were just rumours after all. But fear fell over the peasants of the Federation while the people of The sovereignty felt better.
For the rumors said that Silver Root would join with the sovereignty, and bring darkness on the lands.
Hope and fear. Both were now freely flying across Gaian...
Somewhere... a crow screamed.
~ ~ South-Eastern Kandarinian Coast ~ ~Czernn sighted and squatted down.
- "If ja counted right, only about fifteen lub something managed to escape. Well if oni came with a huge army here, leaving with these nummers, it seems that they lost."
He looked at both necrolytes standing in a field full of corpses.
- "Now so many died, so few fled, what do my do now?"
With a short breeze all bodies changed into dust. If someone was still alive to see it, he would doubt that Czernn is but a normal person. His empty eyes were deep... and he looked like a statue that was invincible.
At his desk back in his base an another letter of invitation to become a captain appeared. And once again his maid burned it, just like always, as Czernn asked her to...
~ ~ what forest? ~ ~- "Wait!!"
Puco raised her hands and clapped.
- "Puco can make water out of air!" She frozer the water in the air added some minerals from the earth to it, and soon she had a flying ball of water around her.
- "Here you go Nee-chan! Drink drink drink it!"
The ball flew towards the mouth of the girl who started to drink.
- "And only Sienny-chan can heal!"
~ ~Church of death ~ ~The robed men went to the center of the church and began drawing a huge circle... soon... soon...
... over ninethousand demons would be summoned.
